Dear Mr Spicer,
Don't take any notice of Mr Johnson. He's not the only one who is cool,
in what ever kind of way. I like lists and very much appreciated the
advice you gave. I don't know where Boston is (is it somewhere near
where you are now?) but it sounds like an interesting place. Thank you
for your enthusiasms.
On Monday, April 14, 2003, at 10:22 AM, KENT JOHNSON wrote:
> Revised Letter from Jack Spicer
> September 27
> Dear Mr. Johnson:
> I have realized, suddenly, with a start, that I failed to include an
> important point in the first version of this, sent to you two years
> past. Now there is a bump on my head from sitting up so quickly
> and hitting it, hard. There is not much space between my bed
> and the ceiling, I’m afraid.
> I believe I had said that through the gentle and waking-dreamed
> eyes of Kevin Killian, I have glimpsed the little blowtorch you
> have held against their Faces. Against the feces of my children.
> (note: “Feces,” I see, is a typo in the first version, but no
> doubt you and the readers of the “Funny Business” issue of
> The East Village took it as a pun.) Anyway, as I said, All
> fucking by Poets takes place in Hell. And you will still need to
> learn how to write better. My enthusiasms.
> I have also seen all of your invented letters. The ones from the
> living are quite boring. The more interesting ones are from the
> dead. (Even now, even after all the signs, Mr. Killian does not
> know I am looking through his eyes.)
> There is not much time given for writing where I presently am.
> So I will tell you four things, and if you're smart, you will believe
> me and then pass them on:
> 1) The entire matter is a very complicated situation, more
> complicated than you can presently imagine.
> 2) You are right about their burned or smelly faces, but that will
> never mean you should not kiss the image of your own head.
> 3) Poetry is like a bump on your head, and the swelling will
> never go down, no matter how deep the kiss.
> 4) The scene now is Boston, just like it always was, so you
> should move there.
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